FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
”Oh.” It’s a small word, but it means so much more than Finn can really say. Oh, they’re staying at the same inn. Oh, he’s somehow missed her numerous times throughout this stay in Torchline. Oh, he must be blind. Oh, that’s... nice. More than nice?
Realising he’s fallen rather abruptly silent, he walks at Amalia’s side and zones back in to hear her questions. ”I am here for business. I find things - people, rather, for my government’s work.” It’s getting easier, to get that story out. The majority of the people he meets in Torchline seem very interested in where he’s from, and Finn is getting used to catering to them.
”I can’t really give details about the name of the place, at least not yet.” He taps the side of his nose, like it’s a badly kept secret. ”The way I spoke made you think...?”
He flushes suddenly, realising she’d asked about music, Finn smiling boyishly and glancing away into the streets. ”I write my own,” he admits. ”Guitar.” To answer her next inevitable question.
Realising he’s fallen rather abruptly silent, he walks at Amalia’s side and zones back in to hear her questions. ”I am here for business. I find things - people, rather, for my government’s work.” It’s getting easier, to get that story out. The majority of the people he meets in Torchline seem very interested in where he’s from, and Finn is getting used to catering to them.
”I can’t really give details about the name of the place, at least not yet.” He taps the side of his nose, like it’s a badly kept secret. ”The way I spoke made you think...?”
He flushes suddenly, realising she’d asked about music, Finn smiling boyishly and glancing away into the streets. ”I write my own,” he admits. ”Guitar.” To answer her next inevitable question.
I’ll find my own way down
